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<channel><title><![CDATA[Blog Gibberish - Creative Writing at Its Strangest - Serious Blog Samples]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.bloggibberish.com/serious-blog-samples.html]]></link><description><![CDATA[Serious Blog Samples]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 06 Apr 2012 15:24:48 -0800</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title><![CDATA[Watching a Friend Die]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.bloggibberish.com/4/post/2009/11/watching-a-friend-die.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.bloggibberish.com/4/post/2009/11/watching-a-friend-die.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 23:49:06 -0800</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.bloggibberish.com/4/post/2009/11/watching-a-friend-die.html</guid><description><![CDATA[I watched someone close to me die the other morning.&nbsp; The vigil lasted nearly nine hours.&nbsp; She was in no pain, according to the medical staff.&nbsp; They had given her medication to ease the pain and, perhaps more importantly, the fear, of drowning.&nbsp; Her heart was failing and her lungs were filling up with fluid.At first, she was breathing very deeply but only every ten or fifteen seconds.&nbsp; This went on for quite a f [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div  class="paragraph" style=" text-align: left; ">I watched someone close to me die the other morning.&nbsp; The vigil lasted nearly nine hours.&nbsp; She was in no pain, according to the medical staff.&nbsp; They had given her medication to ease the pain and, perhaps more importantly, the fear, of drowning.&nbsp; Her heart was failing and her lungs were filling up with fluid.<br><br>At first, she was breathing very deeply but only every ten or fifteen seconds.&nbsp; This went on for quite a few hours.&nbsp; The nursing staff kept saying that it wouldn&rsquo;t be long.&nbsp; It seemed that nearly every person holding the vigil to see this woman&rsquo;s life through to the end, including the nursing staff, had a story to tell about the signs that might indicate that she would go at any time.&nbsp; At one point, the nurses felt that they should turn the patient and asked us all to leave the room.&nbsp; They indicated that often people will die when they get turned but she didn&rsquo;t.<br><br>For only about the last half hour of her life, she began to breathe very shallowly.&nbsp; Towards the very end, her breathing was almost imperceptible.&nbsp; Finally, she simply transitioned from almost not breathing to actually not breathing.&nbsp; It happened so subtly that those actually watching her were unsure whether or not she might breathe again.&nbsp; We decided to call the nurse after a few minutes had past.&nbsp; The nurse listened to the patient's heart several times through a stethoscope, each time nodding to the fact that the end had come.<br><br>My friend was old and had suffered enough.&nbsp; We let her fade into whatever the next phase of her existence might present to her.&nbsp; Although some of those in attendance cried.&nbsp; I did not.&nbsp; I was not happy, nor was I sad.&nbsp; I was just in utter awe at how this lady&rsquo;s body had continued even though she wanted to go. Then, without much fanfare, she had given up the ghost.&nbsp; It is an experience I shall never forget.&nbsp; It was nice to have met you, Friend.&nbsp; I cheer because I know that you have reached the other side and you are now with all of those who have been waiting for you. Peace to you.&nbsp; Peace to us.<br><br>~Bob Zaboo</div>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>

